jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

a throwback post…3 tanka at GUSTS Winter 2013

should I

consider my missteps

to understand…

how the Milky Way ended

with me in this pond?

 

like layers

of sunlight among weeds

our words

thrive on silence…until gushing

we burst into flowers

 

the twisted twig

of an old cedar leans

Westward

as if the wind senses

my every longing

 

GUSTS Fall/Winter 2013 (Tanka Canada)

September 30, 2014 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

dust once, a haibun

 

Oh, the map I use? It’s uncharted and unnamed. It’s wild woods and volcanic rocks. There are lakes and rice field puddles but also marsh and hot spring pools, smoky from the depths. Unless ‘I find a flower I can name’, it’s hard even for me to find my way back. Birds sing and talk but mostly unseen except the owl. Sometimes, he reveals their name. I’ve taken notes but forget about them the moment I walk away. My map always seems new, uncharted and unnamed. I know it’s not good but maybe the owl will help someday somehow.

dust once…

somehow a chicken knows

some stones

 

Lakeview International Journal of Literature and the Arts August 2013

(a kind of short autobiography)

September 25, 2014 Posted by | haibun | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Meanwhile, I’m writing non-haikai* poetry–here’s my 14th

No. 14 (non-haikai) curlicues

 

who would imagine

a laced peace banquet of soldier ants

bowling over a strange lobster

 

as war winds whoosh in

tumbling half filled cups

 

meanwhile, hidden in bushes

a truce between magpies stalls

over recyclable ladles

 

beyond the gates

arthritic oak limbs crackle

 

as a diagnosis befalls

dusky walls about an orphan’s

spelling of melan chocolic

 

somewhere, a homecoming sergeant

with wounds missing skin eats a map

 

as devastation news

swarm on beaches where algae

turns toxic red dye

 

a moss hill rises on a hero’s nose

and on the street renamed Desire…erasures

 

in a battle manifesto

 

*nod to Johannes S.H. Berg, editor of bones, a journal for new haiku, who coined non-haikai rising as they do from a swarm of haiku. Tell me, what you think, will you please?

September 19, 2014 Posted by | haiku | , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Updates: a few of my awarded haiku and recent select publication

recent awards

 

first tea with her—

cherry blossoms cloud

the skylight

Sakura Award 2014 VCBF Haiku Invitational

 

our breaths

suspended between skies—

monarch butterfly

 

honourable mention

2013 Diogen Autumn Contest

 

 

first dawn alone–

the widow eats his half

of the orange

 

First Place, free format category

Shiku kukai Sept 2013

 

 

recent select publications

 

 

dawn again–

parts of us unscathed

from war mongering

 

A Hundred Gourds September 2014

 

with a shredder

he talks of restoring

a broken vow

 

The Haiku Foundation Per Diem August 2014

 

 

shadows

in a burst of twilight

Luna moth

 

cattails May 2014

 

 

Haiyan debris…

a search team spots

an orchid

 

limp wind…

holding on to the sound

of our vows

 

#3:2 March 2014 A Hundred Gourds

 

moon’s rim…

fractions of what we yield

to each other

 

haiku news feb 17 2014 vol 3 no. 3

 

September 19, 2014 Posted by | awards, haiku, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment